Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 pàgines |
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Pàgina 17
... eyes of the multitude ; and , that multitude provoked to revenge from the roftrum . It is cuf- tom alone , the governor of the world , that can change the taste of nations , and turn into entertainment what was before the object of ...
... eyes of the multitude ; and , that multitude provoked to revenge from the roftrum . It is cuf- tom alone , the governor of the world , that can change the taste of nations , and turn into entertainment what was before the object of ...
Pàgina 18
... eyes , enters , yet bloody , on the stage , inveighing against gods and men . The moans of Clitemnestra are heard by the spectators whilft her own fon is murdering her , and her daughter Elec- tra encouraging him from the stage , and ...
... eyes , enters , yet bloody , on the stage , inveighing against gods and men . The moans of Clitemnestra are heard by the spectators whilft her own fon is murdering her , and her daughter Elec- tra encouraging him from the stage , and ...
Pàgina 20
... eye . Monfieur de Voltaire , in most of the paffages which he quotes from english poets , tranflates them into profe . If fuch a poetic genics did not think fit to tranflate into verfe what was in verfe in the ori- ginal ; how much more ...
... eye . Monfieur de Voltaire , in most of the paffages which he quotes from english poets , tranflates them into profe . If fuch a poetic genics did not think fit to tranflate into verfe what was in verfe in the ori- ginal ; how much more ...
Pàgina 21
... eyes , be the occafion of an admirable speech from this old Ro- man ; if it has been applauded in Eng- land and in Italy by people who are the greatest partizans to french decency ; if the most delicate of the fair fex have not been ...
... eyes , be the occafion of an admirable speech from this old Ro- man ; if it has been applauded in Eng- land and in Italy by people who are the greatest partizans to french decency ; if the most delicate of the fair fex have not been ...
Pàgina 23
... , and armed Levites run to his de- fence . All this action is pathetic , but with- out the fublimity of ftile and expreffion , it would have been puerile and filly . The The more we aim at ftriking the eye with pomp [ 23 ]
... , and armed Levites run to his de- fence . All this action is pathetic , but with- out the fublimity of ftile and expreffion , it would have been puerile and filly . The The more we aim at ftriking the eye with pomp [ 23 ]
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 15 - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Pàgina 16 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Pàgina 15 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 14 - I am inclined to think, this opinion proceeded originally from the zeal of the partizans of our author and Ben Jonson ; as they endeavoured to exalt the one at the expence of the other.
Pàgina 16 - CESAR'S Body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying...
Pàgina 71 - Moi-même, pour tout fruit de mes soins superflus, Maintenant je me cherche, et ne me trouve plus': Mon arc, mes javelots, mon char, tout m'importune...
Pàgina 11 - How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...
Pàgina 71 - Dans le fond des forets votre image me suit. La lumiere du jour, les ombres de la nuit, Tout retrace a mes yeux les charmes que j'evite. Tout vous livre a 1'envi le rebelle Hippolyte.
Pàgina 11 - Tis Rome requires our tears. The mistress of the world, the seat of empire, The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods, That humbled the proud tyrants of the earth, And set the nations free, Rome is no more.
Pàgina 103 - Ant. How I lov'd Witnefs ye days and nights, and all ye hours, That danc'd away with down upon your feet, As all your bus'nefs were to count my paffion. One day paft by and nothing faw but love; Another came and ftill 'twas only love : The funs were weary'd out with looking on And I untir'd with loving. I faw you ev'ry day, and all the day, And ev'ry day was ftill but as the firft, So eager was I ftill to fee you more. Vent. 'Tis all too true. Ant. Fulvia my wife grew jealous, As (he indeed had reafon,...